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n“Is this is how you show you like someone?” Liu Rushuang glared at Han Moze in dispair.

n“Of course not. It’s how I discipline you to be a good wife,” said Han Moze with a wicked smile and raised brows.

n“I don’t need you to teach me!” Exclaimed Liu Rushuang coldly.

nThat tyrant! How could he explain his evil doings with so much righteously?

nHe’s so evil!

n“It looks like we both need time to get used to eachother,” smirked Han Moze wickedly.

n“There’s simply no way I’ll ever get used to such a cruel and domineering person like you!” Exclaimed an enraged Liu Rushuang.

nHan Moze violently gritted his teeth. Was he that difficult to get along with?

nThey glared into each other’s eyes, neither one with any intention of backing down.

nHan Moze’s eyes glistened slightly, as his head drew slowly closer to Liu Rushuang.

n“Your majesty, it’s time to board the bridal sedan chair!” Shrieked Eunuch Chen from outside the Fallen Phoenix Palace.

nHan Moze smirked pitifully, then wanted to drag Liu Rushuang by the hand and walk ou.

n“Hmph!” Liu Rushuang grunted coldly, as she elegantly walked out.

nThis tyrant actually wanted to kiss her again? How truly vile!

nIt’d be better to stay clear away from her.

nHan Moze pouted dejectedly and walked beside her.

nWhen they stepped out, all the state officials and palace maids were all stunned for a moment by how radiant and beautiful Han Moze and Liu Rushuang looked.

n“Congratulations to the Emperor and Empress. We wish your majesties a long and happy life together,” cried everyone repeatedly, one after the other on their knees.

nLiu Rushuang and Han Moze stared ahead and slowly walked down the palace pathway amidst the non-stop sound of blessings.

nThey walked up to the sides of the spectacularly luxurious bridal sedan chair.

nAll four corners of the sedan chair had golden pillars which held up a gigantic golden umbrella.

nThe golden umbrella was densely lined with falling tassels made of rubies.

nIn the front, there were two glossy haired white horses.

nHan Moze took the first step forward and took his seat.

nLiu Rushuang cried a face full of tears on the inside.

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nShe didn’t want to marry this tyrant!

n“Get in. I don’t want to say it a second time,” said Han Moze to Liu Rushuang with a threatening smile.

nLiu Rushuang shot several viciously gazes at Han Moze.

nThen, gritted her teeth and got onto the sedan chair.

nShe and Han Moze sat together in the double throne.

nThe procession set off.

nSeveral hundred imperial guards in red armor opened up the path in rows.

nThe other two to three hundred imperial bodyguards followed behind them in rows, dressed in red ensembles with yellow floral embroidery, red hats and held up yellow banners.

nAfter them, were one to two hundred palace maids dressed in pale yellow dresses, and held up red lanterns with both hands. They looked exceptionally pretty.

nThe gold sedan chair didn’t appear until after the palace maids. The sedan chair was covered in tassels with ruby inlain and it was covered so people could only vaguely see who was sitting inside.

nThe commoners naturally separated to two sides of the road by the imperial guards.

n“Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!”

nShrieked commoners non-stop during their entire journey.

nLiu Rushuang stared out at the endless stream of people.

nShe looked emotionless.

n“You had better put on a smile. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude,” threatened Han Moze, as he looked over at Liu Rushuang.

nLiu Rushuang viciously clenched her fists and tried her best to smile but her eyes still drooped.

nHan Moze was angered, and pulled Liu Rushuang into his embrace.

nLiu Rushuang wanted to struggle but she felt Han Moze had already single-handedly held down her extremely small waist. “Oww! Let go!”

n“Smile for me,” said Han Moze coldly.

nLiu Rushuang looked over at Han Moze and forced a bright smile.

nConsiderably satisfied, Han Moze let go of his tight grip on Liu Rushuang’s waist.

nLiu Rushuang didn’t dare put on a pained look on her face and kept up some degree of her smile.

nShe cried in anguish on the inside.

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nAll of a sudden, a palanquin came charging from the opposite. It was the Empress Dowager.

n“Your majesty, you mustn’t marry such a…” Before the Empress Dowager could finish speaking, Han Moze hit her vocal pressure points.

nHan Moze looked instantly threatening.

nTo his surprise, she disturbed his and Shuang’Er’s big wedding day?

nNo matter how she tried, the Empress Dowager couldn’t open her mouth.

nUnder Han Moze’s command, the Empress Dowager’s carriage turned back the road it came from.

nThe Empress Dowager was so angry that the Emperor actually struck her vocal pressure points!

nShe still wanted to expose that wench’s unruly nature!

nLiu Rushuang noticed the tied up Le Yin and her eyes flashed with murderous intent.

nThe commoners on the street were in deep conversation about what the Empress Dowager wanted to say.

nThe carriage paraded around the Capital once over, then headed back to the high podium of the imperial palace.

nHan Moze looked over at Liu Rushuang with a bitter look on his face and coldly said, “You better keep up a smile on that podium! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”

nLiu Rushuang fiercely gritted her teeth, then tried her best to pull off a smile.

nHan Moze smiled in satisfaction, then walked up the podium with Liu Rushuang to face the civil and military officials.

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